Reborn, I Was the Son of My Husband and His Affair

After eight years of marriage, I discovered that my husband, Daniel Brooks, and his mistress had another home together—and even a six-year-old illegitimate son.

Devastated, I rode my shabby electric scooter, dragging my seven-year-old daughter Lily Brooks through the pouring rain to confront them, only to be humiliated by my in-laws, who sat comfortably in a luxury car.

Daniel watched coldly, shielding Chloe Miller—the mistress—who sat in the passenger seat with her son, Ethan Brooks. He kept honking the horn to drive us away.

Then, a pickup truck lost control and rear-ended us, sending us sprawling.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed—yet Daniel was holding me, crying.

“Son, thank God you’re okay. I was so worried about you. Tell me what you want—whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”

I froze. Looking down, I realized I had transmigrated into the body of Daniel’s illegitimate son. I had become Ethan!

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“Get away from me!”

I shoved Daniel with all my might, but the childish voice that came out of my throat startled me.

I tested it a few more times, then checked myself head to toe. It was certain: I had become Daniel’s illegitimate son—Ethan Brooks.

Soon, Margaret Brooks, my mother-in-law, came to stop me. Though she scolded me, her hands were gentle as she stroked my hair.

“Ethan, how could you treat your father this way? Don’t you know, when the accident happened, he saved you first—he didn’t even care about his own injuries?”

I looked up. Daniel’s head was wrapped in bandages, his left eye bruised, half a tooth chipped.

Yet those wretched in-laws were still lively and bossy, barking orders in the hospital room and pressing the call bell every few minutes.

I felt suffocated, anger and resentment boiling inside me. Where was my poor daughter?

I threw off the blanket, desperate to run, but my new body was too frail. Daniel easily pulled me back into bed.

“Ethan, where are you going? You’re not healed yet. The doctor said you might have a concussion. You can’t run around.”

“Let go of me!” I roared in fury. But in their eyes, I was just a frightened child throwing a tantrum.

“All right, all right. Don’t be afraid, Ethan. It was just a small accident. Come here, let Grandma hold you.”

Margaret’s touch made my skin crawl. The scent of her perfume filled my nose, making me gag as I recalled the vile words she had hurled at me and Lily during the crash.

“You mother and daughter are nothing but dead weight. Eight years of marriage and no son to show for it, no contribution whatsoever. Don’t hog this spot—my son is excellent, and plenty of women are willing to bear him children. Who do you think you are?”

Clutching my chest, I forced myself to calm down, carefully adjusting my tone.

“How did the crash happen? Is my mom okay? What about Lily and her mom?”

Margaret sneered.

“Oh, my sweet grandson, even after getting hurt in the accident, you’re still thinking about those two? If they hadn’t blocked our car, would the pickup have rear-ended us? It’s all her fault!”

“Lily is fine. But her mom, Emily Carter, shielded her with her own body. She suffered a severe head injury and still hasn’t woken up. The doctors say she might end up in a vegetative state. If she doesn’t wake in three months, they’ll recommend pulling the plug.”

“Which is good, really. In those three months, we’ll file for divorce using this as an excuse. Then you and your mom can officially join the Brooks family. You’ll attend the top downtown elementary school and live in a house in a wealthy school district. Grandma has it all arranged for you. Don’t worry, sweetheart.”

Three months?

I bet they’d rather I didn’t survive even three more days.